“modern architecture”

under cement arches,
you watched green
lines twist and grow,
wrapping up-around
the base and spine
of held up worlds.

“Amber Heat”

This amber heat does nothing
to cast you aside,
images dropping like clouds:

lily petals curl and unfurl and curl
thorns twist and bite
roll down my neck
paint brushes my sides,
twisting all your colours together,
so much light and dark and white
like alabaster burning skin.
the amber sat and cooled,

forgotten.

“Bas-relief”

the wall cut away into nothingness
but still I drearily pressed onward
seeking arcane unknowables
with all the fury of imperial thought.

then I saw it – the bas-relief,
glittering on the limestone walls
carved by demented mind and soul;
a form of unsound body peering.

the eyes, an endless multitude
plumbed the depths of my nature
to claw at heart-tendons weak
twisting mind-rivers idly to madness

broken unfelt unfeeling futures
twist amongst the stars and guide
His light, life, and love above us;
the miracle is not knowing.